Post by lyonza on Jan 26, 2011 19:25:19 GMT -6
Telgar Weyr. Mid autumn was already darned cold up in the north. He sometimes wondered why he wasn't born in Ista - at least there it was warm most of the time. Kolinar dismissed the thought with a shake of his head and made his way across the Weyr bowl from the Candidate barracks to the dining cavern. It was already dark and the dragon eyes winked like colored lanterns all around the Bowl where they were lounging on the ledges outside their weyrs, waiting for their riders to finish eating and socializing for the evening before taking them back up to their beds.
He loved that time of night, it looked so romantic sometimes. Like the stars had come down and decorated the Weyr. He wished that he was a rider by now - standing more than three times already was very embarrassing to say the least. He had heard that there was a clutch hardening on Western's Sands, but he didn't want to leave Telgar.
OK, maybe he did want to leave, not that he thought the weather would be more temperate at Western. It was almost as far north as Telgar itself, so there would be little relief there. He shrugged deeper into the furlined coat he'd worked so hard for, wishing he had riding gear to help keep the cold at bay. Entering the dining cavern was like stepping into the warm embrace of his mother when he was small.
He waved at some of the serving staff, grinned at the prettiest girl and poured klah from the pot at the small hearth before getting his meal. He looked around the cavern and made his way over to one of the emptier tables where an unfamiliar rider sat. He shrugged out of his coat, draped it over the bench and sat down, absently playing with his Candidates knot while taking a mouthful of klah before he started eating. He glanced at the woman and noted the colors for Western Weyr and that she was a greenrider.
He loved that time of night, it looked so romantic sometimes. Like the stars had come down and decorated the Weyr. He wished that he was a rider by now - standing more than three times already was very embarrassing to say the least. He had heard that there was a clutch hardening on Western's Sands, but he didn't want to leave Telgar.
OK, maybe he did want to leave, not that he thought the weather would be more temperate at Western. It was almost as far north as Telgar itself, so there would be little relief there. He shrugged deeper into the furlined coat he'd worked so hard for, wishing he had riding gear to help keep the cold at bay. Entering the dining cavern was like stepping into the warm embrace of his mother when he was small.
He waved at some of the serving staff, grinned at the prettiest girl and poured klah from the pot at the small hearth before getting his meal. He looked around the cavern and made his way over to one of the emptier tables where an unfamiliar rider sat. He shrugged out of his coat, draped it over the bench and sat down, absently playing with his Candidates knot while taking a mouthful of klah before he started eating. He glanced at the woman and noted the colors for Western Weyr and that she was a greenrider.